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I stare at him for a few more seconds before holding my water bottle under my arm instead of in my hand.
"Fuck you,"I sign.
Rowan's lips lift a little and he shakes his head.
Rowan takes one step closer to me making me flinch and back away from him, but he takes another step closer. "I didn't ask for the attitude,fawn. I asked you if you understand?" My eyebrows furrow and I clench my hands into fists. I nod my head at him. "Good." Rowan backs up and he goes to the sink and rolls up his sleeves so that he can wash the dishes. "Now let me ask again. Do you have work today?" Rowan looks at me.
I admire his side profile.
I can tell from under the shirt that he has a body full of muscle. I already know that he treats his body like a temple. He probably only sleeps with girls who are classy and clean. Not messy or dirty.
I shake my head no."I am going to my cousin's house,"I sign.
"The De Luca's, right?" Rowan asks and I nod my head. "Okay. Go and get ready and then I will drive you there."
I don't say anything. I instead run upstairs to my room to get ready.
I don't take a shower because last night when Rowan brought me home, I took a quick shower so that I could clear my head.
I take my hair out of the bun it’s in and fix a few of my curly strands before leaving it the way it is. I change into a pair of shorts and a dark blue crewneck. I put on my shoes and then go downstairs and see Rowan standing near the door, waiting for me.
"I have the address to their estate," Rowan says as we walk out of the house together.
I walk to the passenger side of the car because I know he won't let me drive.
Once we are in the car, Rowan starts the car and I lean against the door and stare out the window, watching the cars pass by.
I wonder where Rowan is from.
I have a feeling he is for sure Italian because of his last name but his name also sounds Russian or Irish.
His last name is familiar but maybe it's because Thalia's uncle's name is Valentino, but everyone calls him Val.
I don't know.
But I'm for sure not going to ask.
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Once I stopthe car Jane opens the door and runs out before I have the chance to even turn the car off.
My jaw ticks but I don't think about it too much.
Jane Reyes is the type of girl who is scared of every little thing.
When she first laid her eyes on me, I saw how scared she looked. Her brown eyes widened while they were trailing over my entire figure.
She is the timid type.
When her parents told me that she didn't talk at all I was confused because from what I learned about her I thought she still said a few words here and there, but she didn't talk at all.
Not one word or sound.
Usually, mutism comes from an accident where they used to talk but they lost their voice or hearing. Her parents told me it was trauma induced but they didn't tell me anything else.
Since they told me about her and since I actually met her, I have thought of so many possibilities, but I don't want to assume anything, so I keep my mouth shut.
